I did a bad thing last night. It was a thing so dreadfully bad that I'm having to will my fingers to even pound out this confession. My hands are quivering reluctantly over the keyboard, begging me to stop writing this incriminating post. "It's not too late," they tell me. "We can still walk away.… Continue reading The Seven Deadly Sins of Literature
Here's a fun fact about me: I hate riding in elevators. I know, I know: Hate is a strong word, and I try to avoid using it (see this post and this one - and, if you're just plain hard up for reading material - this one). But I'm sticking firm to my verbiage here. I… Continue reading Take the stairs.
He's still talking.If you had told me 20 minutes ago, I would absolutely not have believed you. "No way," I would have said. "No way he will still be talking 20 minutes from now." My over-confident, 20-minutes-ago-self would have patted you condescendingly on the shoulder and told you, regretfully, that you must be mistaken.And yet… Continue reading He’s Still Talking.
